Chapter 602: Fierce battle

When he noticed that Voldemort was about to kill the mad-eyed Hammoudi with a life-spell, Ryan slammed against Moody. A green light rubbed the two of them and flew into the distance.
"Voldemort!" Moody reacted at once, and Ryan also knew from the name he called that he usually called Voldemort a mysterious person like himself, all to avoid that Voldemort's spell on his name, and Not because of fear.
"Down." Moody shouted and fired a red firework, then slammed down on the broomstick. He knew that he must not be a Voldemort opponent who could fly directly in the sky while riding on a broom. He could only hope and land on the ground to take advantage of obstacles. But Voldemort understood this too, and under his command all the Death Eaters gathered to attack Ryan.
Even if Moody roared to face the battle, he couldn't block so much magic alone. Fortunately, the Death Eaters had to leave the chance to kill Harry to Voldemort, so their magic was mainly directed at the firebolt that Ryan rode. Just a few seconds later, the enchantments successfully broke Ryan ’s iron armor curse, which was not strong, and hit the fire crossbow arrow. The broom branch behind the fire crossbow arrow ignited a blaze and then fell uncontrollably.
Ryan is not Harry after all, there is really no way to avoid so many spells when facing a fire attack. At this time, Moody was hit by three Death Eaters and flew farther and farther. He watched Ryan fall with a ball of fire and desperately wanted to move closer, but when the Death Eaters stopped Flying farther and farther.
"It looks like it's impossible to pretend to be Harry." Ryan looked at the same swooping Death Eaters and the first Voldemort, thinking that even if he was running directly in a phantom shift, he was blameless because he had just Seeing the six or seven Death Eaters behind Ye Qi flying to Bill and Furong riding near them, because most of them came to kill themselves, there were only two left. They thought it would be easy for them to escape.
But Ryan did not retreat, he magically activated the Virgin Rose and released the alchemy he had just prepared.
After alchemy was completed, a pink sphere of light expanded rapidly with Ryan as the core, covering a dozen of Death Eaters in a flash. These Death Eaters didn't even have time to add protective magic to themselves and watched this sphere of light to turn themselves Wrapped in.
But after a second or two of breathlessness, the Death Eaters discovered that nothing had happened. Just as they were about to celebrate, the broom they were riding on exploded at the same time.
Suddenly, the smile on the Death Eater's face turned to panic and screamed. You have to know that they have been chasing Ryan just now, and after losing their broom at a distance of more than 100 meters from the ground, the reaction time left for them is only three or four seconds.
Not every wizard is rich enough to have magical defense props all over his body. Especially for these poor clanking Eastern European black wizards, the only magic prop on them may be the magic wand in their hands. At the same time, not every dark wizard is as powerful as Voldemort or Bella, and can accurately choose the spell to use at any time.
Just behind Ryan stretched out a pair of transparent pink crystal-like wings to stop the falling trend. As the sky greeted Voldemort, there was a series of sounds from the ground full of flour pockets falling on the concrete floor. Listening to the sound, Ryan guessed that the group of Death Eaters who had just caught up was at least half dead.
"Who the are you?" Ryan didn't have time to celebrate his record of at least ten consecutive kills and was forced to avoid the left by a life-spelling spell. Then came the voice of Voldemort's hoarse voice, accompanied by There was another green light in his voice flying towards Ryan.
"Guess." Ryan said, flapping his wings. The whole person avoided this green light like a flexible bird and glided to Voldemort's left. Unlike the broom, this pair of wings formed by the Virgin Rose is like a natural extension of his limbs, giving Ryan excellent mobility in the air.
After gaining a new position, Ryan slashed his wand, and a burning crescent of blue flames flew towards Voldemort. This kind of Ryan seriously studied the undead black scripture and the sun gold golden scripture, and the magic spell mixed with death and frost gave Voldemort no small pressure. He had to give up the next life spell and summon it from the air. A silver shield came out in front of him.
The crescent blade exploded after hitting the silver shield, and the bright blue sparks flew around the shield and flew to Voldemort. Burn the figure into an ice-blue torch.
"Fake." Ryan thought of quickly gathering his wings and diving, and a green life-spell was flying directly over the top of his head. Watching the green light go away, Ryan began to snake forward and flew forward. Voldemort released several life-spells again above and behind him, but he hid him.
After flying for a few seconds, Ryan made a yin Maiman roll with one wing, and then successively fired blue and white plasma with lightning on the oncoming Voldemort, and Voldemort summoned it again. A silver shield blocked these plasma balls.
Under the cover of the plasma splashing around after the plasma ball hit the shield, Ryan sideways once again avoided another life spell, and then directly pulled out the enemy fencing when he passed Voldemort, facing Voldemort's astonished eyes. He poked hard.
I have to say that Voldemort is still careless, or that he has never seen anyone who is as flexible or even more flexible than him in air combat, nor has he seen a wizard who uses Muggle cold weapons in regular wizard combat, So he was stabbed by Ryan in a surprise.
But Voldemort is worthy of being the most powerful black wizard in Europe. In this case, he still added enough magic defense to himself in time, plus the physical and magic dual defense capabilities hidden under the skin after the body was rebuilt The snake scale made Ryan's attack not as effective as expected.
The enemy fencing in Ryan's hands is indeed an artifact. When he touched Voldemort, he broke the magic defense of his body. But the intensity of the effort and the scales on Voldemort's body made the tip of the sword slip along Voldemort's waist. Fortunately, Ryan adjusted the intensity in time, and finally let the sword pierce Voldemort's thigh at an angle, and then was pulled out by Ryan with a black blood.
"You're dead." Voldemort looked at Ryan gritted his teeth, the flame of anger burning all over his heart. In fact, the wound on his leg was not serious, and his wound healed immediately after Ryan pulled out the sword. He was angry because he had never suffered such injuries even before he had played against Dumbledore. Not to mention the deep sense of shame brought to him by this way of fighting with Muggles.
"It seems-I have played." Ryan was somewhat embarrassed to avoid the life-threatening spells that flew one after another like a beaded arrow and successfully landed on the ground ~ EbookFREE.me ~ After seven or eight sharp branches were like arrows Straight stab Voldemort that was landing.
Voldemort just turned these branches into a pile of ashes and flew into the air with a slight wave of hand, and then shouted while launching a life-spelling curse. "Little mouse, don't try to avoid your death, you are dead today."
"Not necessarily." Ryan stepped out of the hedge after avoiding a life-spell, and at the same time a pink ray of light directed at Voldemort. After landing on the ground and putting away her wings, the less skilled Ryan who was mastered by Our Lady of Roses could finally mobilize the forces inside to attack.
Voldemort turned into a silver shield as usual this time to block, but soon his face became ugly. Because the spell was different from the one that Lane couldn't shake his shield before, the silver shield made a buzzing sound this time after being hit by the pink light, and he felt a burst of pressure.
"Who the are you?" Voldemort stretched out his left hand to stabilize the shield and shot a green light from behind the shield again. But a two-story clay giant suddenly appeared on the ground to block the blow.
"Guess." Ryan said to Voldemort that at this time a red alchemy line had been outlined under his feet. Under the blessing of this earth, the clay giant rushed towards Voldemort and hardened slightly from his feet. When it rushed in front of Voldemort, it had become a stone giant, and then two big fists clasped and fell on Voldemort.

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